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the lucid disparity revisited
"Never be the first to arrive or the last to go, and never, ever be both."
By now, time has passed, and most of the crew have found some sort of comfortable groove with the natives of the unnamed island they crashed near. Partying, gambling and drinking, and more… Even the mysterious pool has given people who could answer its riddle insight in this confusing time. However, as the nights and days continue to progress and the parties begin to blur together, things are… odd. The hosts are still as kind as ever, offering anything and everything those at the temple-like building could ask for, but every so often, the world around them appears different. Clear, as if a fog had been lifted. Yet, it’s only a blink, and then, it’s gone, returning everyone to their regularly scheduled eternal party.
Down on the beach, the Captains are still as busy as ever working with those capable to restore function to the Moira. On the morning of the 20th, Navigator Manasseh’s vitals begin to slowly return to normal, her status on the Directory reverting to GREEN, and with it, life is brought back to the Moira. This, of course, means everyone is able to board the ship and leave, but most of the crew who traveled through the jungle and stayed at the party aren’t exactly willing to go just yet. Prior to this, a few of the crew who suddenly realized things were strange and that the people around them were acting strange - themselves included - approached Thán with this particular revelation, upon which Nathan Drake planned to bring back things from the temple to be tested for irregularities. Each sample returned to Cúrre does not alert her to anything abnormal, comprised of similar compounds—except for the water brought to her from the pool. Acting quickly, she reaches the same conclusion as a few of the other crewmembers do: that the water neutralizes the mysterious intoxication caused by everything on this unknown planet.
☄ FROM UNDER THE VEIL
The combined efforts of the crew and Curre have resulted in an “antidote” being made from the pool water; crew members pass it around to those down on the ship and beach, then utilize caution while administering it to those at the party. The change happens slowly for most. A drink that was perfect only a little while ago is suddenly sickeningly sweet and no longer enjoyable. The food tastes wrong. The music no longer urges you to dance but instead reminds you that your feet are aching. The magic is fading, and as it does, the cracks in the facade begin to reveal themselves. The elegant city built into the rocks is faded and cracking at the edges. Nothing is as it seems, especially the hosts. Their eagerness to please now has an edge to it. They try and ply their guests with new food, drink and distractions, but they know when the game is up. Do you try and slip away when they’re distracted, or do you demand to know why they’ve done this? Do you dare to find out?
☄ AS TIME GOES BY Crew have begun to filter to the beach, and as the ship reboots, its systems expelling water and allowing it to float on the surface, all Moira-connected technology refreshes. MID devices, to those who check, will show that a year has passed since they crash landed on this strange planet. Those that did not join the party would not have been aware that so much time had passed as the planet seems to be under the influence of a blurring of time, probably due to the fact it is so close to the Luminous Sea. Crew would have gone through the motions and not realized that supplies were dwindling, and anyone who has themselves looked over in the Medbay will discover that they are, in fact, physically one year older. With the Moira finally functioning and with everyone on board, the ship finally begins to ascend and leave the planet behind.
The Captains are all working together to get the crew settled back on board and help those who might need some adjusting to this particular news. Since it has been such a long time, fresh supplies are badly needed, and the ship is directed towards the closest known place: the Mini Colony.
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thisavrou_log2016-09-19 04:07 pm
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[There's a reflexive haughtiness to his tone, but it's light enough not to mean much. The Falcon is his livelihood, his most prized possession-- more often than not, his home. It's overstating things a bit to say he knows every scratch, every fleck of oxidation, but he comes pretty damn close. This ship was old before either of them were born, after all-- a little wear and tear is inevitable, but he tries to keep things in order where it counts.]
Wish I'd had the sense to stay with the ship.
[He can't shake the feeling that maybe if they hadn't all gotten carried away, maybe people wouldn't just have vanished like that-- it doesn't matter how many people try to assure him it's not that simple. At least he wouldn't have gone on as though nothing had happened.]
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[It's an unfortunate truth, one he's still trying to wrap his own head around, but if he had to waste a full year of his life, a concept less and less abhorrent the longer they spend out here and away from home, he could think of far worse ways to wile the time away.]
Being here wouldn't have-- [saved anyone] --changed anything. Except maybe for mitigating your rust collection.
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[Or maybe not. Everyone seems to be wandering around like they're a little lost. Still, he's gonna grumble. He can't help but think-- maybe at least he'd know when the last time he saw his family was.
Hell. He can't say that to Anakin, obviously. Loath as he is to admit it, they're his family, too. They can't talk about Leia without that fact coming up, and he's not willing to test this uneasy truce so heavily, not just yet. He allows himself a quiet sigh; pausing his work means letting his weariness catch up with him.]
You'd think wasting a year would leave us feeling refreshed, at least.
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[He says it, and however true, it suddenly sounds crass when he hears it. (Granted, the implication could be, but that's not why they're talking. It certainly isn't the thing they're blatantly avoiding. But they seem careless all the same.) Anakin grimaces but doesn't make a move to correct himself.
It isn't wholly untrue, for as callous as it feels out in the open.]
But I doubt scraping at rust is bound to make anyone feel better.
[It's an attempt. A small one, perhaps, but an opening all the same.]
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[The admission comes, far less sarcastic than he means it to sound, too fast for him to realize what a vulnerable statement it really is. Han is at loose ends right now-- the Falcon, at least, is still with him.]
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Look, it's a big hurdle to get over.]
I dunno.
[It's a pretty lousy peace offering, isn't it.]
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It's something. Especially when he can see that flash of grim agitation he's used to associating with his daughter in particular.]
Probably not. [The laugh that follows is clipped, and not quite like a laugh at all. There's little humour in it, and what's left is barbed. Who would have thought this far away from a battlefield that it's gallows humor that they rely on now?] And I doubt you need any help beating up on your ship. And I don't envy you having to explain that to Rey later.
[If anything, he's thankful to not be the one on the other end of that glare, thank you.] But if you need-- [to talk--we should talk about this] --if you need anything, I'm happy to help.
[He doesn't want to do this. Doesn't like the catch in his throat, or how his heart drops every time he thinks about it. But they are, after a fashion, family, aren't they? It's...something.]
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(But it is, too. He can't just forget it.)
The same thought, though, has struck him-- for worse or better they are family. He doesn't even have the luxury of pretending it doesn't matter; not after meeting his son, who so clearly strives to emulate Vader's awful example. At home, perhaps, it will be a shadow they can't cast off. Here, he's trying to convince himself it may as well be different. If he could find it in himself, if only for a day, to treat Ben as his son rather than his murderer, surely he ought to do the same for Leia's father. Even if she never quite got there herself.]
Sure, [he answers, a little weakly. It's all theoretical, anyway. There's nothing that can be done to help. Rallying a little, decisively, he nods.] Likewise.